The lower levels of the underwater city had become a gauntlet of narrow passages and forgotten chambers, but the pursuit died down when we hit the dead zone, that area of the city nobody went to anymore. The glowing moss on the walls here was dimmer, older, and the coral structures were corroded beyond use, after a fight we had sneaked in here.
Elowen slowed first, then stopped completely in front of what looked like an old storage chamber. The entrance was half-collapsed, and sediment had built up over what must have been years of neglect. She just stood there, staring at it like it meant something to her.
"What is it?"
I asked, moving up beside her. She didn't answer right away. Just tilted her head, amber eyes studying the space with an intensity I hadn't seen before. This wasn't the lazy, wine-drunk version of Elowen that everyone knew. This was something else.
